This period, Tang Ziwei was in a state of entanglement and struggle, unsure of what to do.
He wanted to tell Tang Si the truth, but Zhao Wuyan repeatedly threatened to kill herself.
Tang Ziwei deeply loved Zhao Wuyan, but also felt he had wronged Tang Si. However, Zhao Wuyan said that if she could successfully marry Tang Si after the new year, she would find an opportunity to miscarry the child.
Faced with her unscrupulous methods, Tang Ziwei was utterly helpless.
Seeing the situation spiral out of control, Tang Ziwei finally couldn't bear it any longer. He mustered his courage, stood up, and revealed the truth.
His words stunned everyone.
Shocked expressions appeared on everyone's faces, and they looked at Tang Ziwei with disbelief, then at Zhao Wuyan, and finally at Tang Si.
Zhao Wuyan, still struggling, instinctively looked at Tang Si. She saw him tightly gripping the scriptures, his knuckles turning pale. In the silent temple, one could even hear the creaking sound of his bones.
Zhao Wuyan's heart pounded, her breathing becoming shallow with nervousness.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
With red eyes, she looked at Tang Ziwei, "Do you really want me to die?"
Her tone implied that if she were to die, it would be because he had forced her.
"If you want to die, I'll accompany you."
After speaking the truth, Tang Ziwei felt a sense of calm and ease.
On one side was his younger brother, on the other was the woman he loved.
Because of Zhao Wuyan, he had hurt Tang Si, and this debt was one he rightfully had to repay.
"You..." Zhao Wuyan was speechless, staring blankly at Tang Ziwei, then collapsing onto the ground in defeat.
Even her brother, Huo Xiaohua, was at a loss for words.
The fault lay with her.
Huo Xiaohua, as her brother, felt utterly humiliated.
Tang Si, who had been sitting cross-legged, finally lost his composure. He slowly stood up and walked over, his gaze fixed ominously on Zhao Wuyan, who was slumped on the ground. The hand holding the scriptures trembled uncontrollably.
"Tang Si, what do you want to do?"
Seeing that something was wrong, Huo Xiaohua immediately tried to intervene but was stopped by Qing Muye.
Tang Ziwei's lips parted, wanting to object, but then he realized he had no right to. He turned away, his back to the pale-faced Zhao Wuyan, ignoring the 'plea for help' she was sending with her eyes.
"Si Bing, woohoo... Si Bing, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... Ah!"
Zhao Wuyan's apology was weak and weak. However, before she could finish, Tang Si slapped her across the face.
The slap was delivered with full force, sending Zhao Wuyan to the ground. Her head hit the floor with a bang, her cheek swelling and reddening visibly.
"Tang Si, you dare touch my sister again!" Huo Xiaohua roared with fury, like a caged beast struggling and screaming. However, restrained by Qing Muye and Lu Yanming, his efforts were in vain.
"Si Bing, I'm sorry..."
Zhao Wuyan trembled, utterly terrified, her body shaking uncontrollably.
Not laying hands on women was Tang Si's bottom line.
Yet Zhao Wuyan had repeatedly crossed it.
"Did Shi Ran leaving Lancheng have anything to do with you?" Tang Si asked through gritted teeth, suppressing his rage.
At this moment, clad in a monk's robe, he looked down at Zhao Wuyan, radiating a palpable aura of malevolence. He was like a rakshasa from hell, exuding a murderous intent that seemed poised to slaughter everything.
Zhao Wuyan had never seen him this enraged. Her mind went blank with terror, and she nodded uncontrollably, "Yes... yes, it was me..."
Suddenly, her short-circuited mind regained its senses, and she immediately shook her head like a rolling drum. "No, no, it has nothing to do with me, really. Woohoo... I... Ah!"